faith, orange cats & bunnies

our cat tortures mice. i throw them out, half dead to be eaten by other cats. this cat is orange. but strangely, not male... i thought all orange cats were male until this one came to my house.

i miss austria, but not my beautiful boy. there is never enough change for another jegermeister when you live with an alcoholic.

i like the idea of a filth-muted quarter. rule of thumb. and all that.

i didnt see a single tiger then entire time i lived in india. i lived on a beach on the banks of the ganga. i miss india but not the smell.

i love this poem xx